In a class with several of your recent lovers, you give a lecture, with a surprise addition

Your eyes sweep around the classroom. A smirk crosses your lips as you recognize why exactly a few students in Mrs. Hochmann's class are giving you sour looks while the majority are looking at you with sweet smiles or bored pouts.

One of them was Bhavana, the cute, short south-asian girl with yellow ribbons in her pigtails who you had sweet-talked into bending over for you in the privacy of an exterior stairway yesterday afternoon. She'd really made an effort to squeeze out all of your jizz, but despite your meeting with her coming at the end of the school day, the thrill of the chase as you followed her and convinced her to change her mind after initial cold feet meant you'd dropped an enormous load in her, so her chances weren't good, especially since she'd nervously babbled that it was a risky day for her.

From your first excursion on the Academy campus several days ago was a sophomore who you only knew by her nickname, 'MissTea77' - a skinny mixed-asian girl with long dyed blonde hair. You feel yourself starting to pitch a tent in your panties as you think back to the day before yesterday when she was bouncing on your lap facing away from you, her tight little pussy managing to swallow your lengthy cock each time she dropped her hips onto yours. Despite her tiny breasts, you had absolutely adored having enough time to enjoy a strip tease from her before she got on your lap, letting you see her lithe body in all its glory as she removed everything but her sexy red nylon stockings. She wasn't willing to tell you her real name, but the prospect of saving 500 credits on cheating materials was enough for her to hop up on your lap and accept every inch of your cock into her fertile snatch, with just a "You'll warn me when you're about to cum so I can get up, right?"

Imagining it, you can almost feel the smooth sensation of her dainty feet resting on your thighs, your hands gripping her midriff as she slid up and down on your pole, her elbows squeezing your own breasts together... and the way her enthusiastic cries of "Oh God, oh shit...!" went from ecstatic to alarmed when she heard you groan in pleasure and felt your hot, sticky load bubbling up inside her. Whilst the almost-nude young woman had been doing an awkward, bow-legged dance trying to expel the cream her tight pussy had squeezed out of you, you'd already been getting dressed, having spent longer than expected with her and not wanting to be late to your next scandalous rendezvous. Your claims that you had been warning her you were about to cum as you'd promised to do, and that she must just have been cumming too hard herself to hear you, didn't go over well; her only response at the time had been a one-finger salute while hastily gathering her clothes. By the way she is staring daggers at you now, you suspect that she isn't up for a 'round two'.

And then, from the day before yesterday, there was Olivia, a girl who had been daring enough to sneak out of her dorms and meet you in a campus bathroom after dark. A petite, pale lass with long cotton-candy-pink hair that stood out among a student body with mostly pre-spaceflight hair coloration, once you were both inside the bathroom she had tossed aside her nightgown. Underneath it, s he'd been wearing a set of pink lingerie with a pattern of cartoon teddy bears and stars printed on it, snug around her perky B-cup boobies and tightly hugging the slit between her legs. You'd found her choice of undies so cute that you insisted she keep them on just as forcefully as she'd insisted you wear a condom, before she rested her bottom on the sink countertop and hiked up her legs. As she rested her feet on your shoulders while still wearing a pair of bunny slippers, you tugged those endearingly cutesy panties aside and pounded her dripping wet pussy until she came around you twice.

Fortunately for your bet with Claire, the condom you'd graciously provided was poked full of holes, and Olivia had ended up awkwardly shuffling back to her dorm, test answer key datachip in hand, with a a load of your hot, sticky cum pooling inside those pink cartoony undies of hers. After her second orgasm in quick succession thanks to your experienced thumb, Olivia took a few minutes to realize anything was amiss. It was only after she had pulled her nightgown back on that she noticed the sensation of leakage. Though she didn't get mad or say anything to you at the time, you suspect that the accusatory pout Olivia is directing at you now has less to do with getting cum stains on her panties, than the fact that she might need to worry about milk leakage onto her matching bra midway through next semester.

The thought that all three of those sexy students have swarms of your sperm racing to and fro inside them even now, as they sit quietly in their seats in this lecture hall, preoccupies you for an awkwardly long time. Eventually Mrs. Hochmann has to clear her throat to bring you back to reality.

'Oh, shit'. you think to yourself. You don't have quite as serious a potential problem to worry about as those three students who are no doubt vividly remembering getting filled with sticky futa cum as they see you again - indeed, all three of them are crossing and uncrossing their legs and shifting awkwardly in their seats as they no doubt feel a growing dampness in their panties. But if Mrs. Hochmann suspects you lied about being a guest lecturer ,she will certainly take this up with the administration.

"So," you say, "I have a lot to say on... the subject of... why don't one of you summarize where the class left off, so I know where to begin?"

A hand shoots up. Coincidentally, it's the almond-skinned south asian girl with thick-rimmed circular glasses who you'd peeped on spending some quality time with her calculus teacher several days ago. Although she also has some dangerously frisky tadpoles on the loose inside of her, they (sadly) traveled there from her teacher's spurting cock rather than yours, and she has no idea that it's your fault the condom she'd put on him had burst. Rather than looking accusatory she is beaming happily at the chance to show off her knowledge. "Ma'am! We had just finished going over the timeline of the interstellar sex rebalancing and the various theories for why the 5-to-4 female to male population ratio came about. Some suggest it was secretly engineered, but the most reputable scholars agree it was a gradual evolutionary process, no doubt guided by God's divine plan to see His children colonize the galaxy in peace and harmony!" She puts her hand down and glows with contentment at Mrs. Hochmann's subtle nod of approval.

"Correct, Narina," The stern, dignified teacher says, leaning on her desk in such a way that the cleavage of her top slips low enough to show the edge of her bra. "Although this class is history rather than theology, we can confidently say that the galaxy has experienced fewer wars and less human suffering from mad emperors, dictators and other strongmen than it otherwise would have, since it resulted in far more leadership roles being undertaken by women. The same roles that some of you girls will no doubt be assuming in the future if you focus on your studies, which is why it is so important to have a moral community and framework in place to guide you away from destructive vices."

"Ahem!" Another student who you don't recognize, a raven-haired girl with fine eastern-european-derived features, raises her hand. She has a particularly fancy navel piercing with a cluster of glimmering diamonds drawing the attention to her sexy ivory midriff.

"Yes, Ludmilla?" Mrs. Hochmann allows.

Ludmilla speaks forcefully. "With all due respect, I don't think that happy theory stands up to the facts! We JUST got finished learning about the reign of Empress Romano who ordered the atomic bombardment of almost a dozen inhabited worlds during the pre-gravitonic Robot Wars Era! And that's just one of scores upon scores of rulers whose x chromosomes didn't stop them from writing their names in the history books with the blood of millions!"

Mrs. Hochmann looks annoyed. Seeing your chance to play your assumed role, you raise your finger for attention. "You raise a fair point, young lady, but that's why you need to do more than memorize facts to learn history!" you say confidently, using your voice modulator to make yourself sound impressive. "There's a big difference between individual data points and big-picture trends. Of course there are going to be examples of women who are genocidal tyrants, gangsters, mercenaries and slavers..."

In fact, you think to yourself, some of those are worth big bonus points in my bet with Claire... maybe I'll decide the risk is worth the reward and see if I can get a few dangerous dames like that in my bed...

You continue: "...but comparing our time, to the distant past when feminine curves were seldom seen in the halls of power, speaks for itself. I'm sure your primary school education went over the basics of the bad old days, right? And that's the subject of my presentation. If I could have access to the holoprojector, Mrs. Hochmann?"

The stacked blonde professor nods slowly, taken in by your confidence, as you begin to present a lecture about one of the ancient wars, during the early to mid gravitonic era when the first FTL trade routes were developing and the struggles to control them.

"...so, as you can see, the newly democratic Saggitarian Republic had **** but to resist when the Kosmos Federation, which had devolved into yet another monarchy under its power-hungry president, decided that an independent state on his borders was a threat to his sphere of influence, and broke the post-Robot Wars taboo on large scale invasions. Even though the conflict never escalated to the use of planet-killing weapons as many feared at the time, it brought ruin to both sides..." you go on, mostly reciting a online database entry you'd read through last month while waiting in a queue. Of course, wars hadn't been what you were clicking through hyperlinks in order to find that page... but rather, a certian keyword starting with an 'f'.

Many of the young women listening to your presentation start clearly showing their disinterest in the subject within just a few minutes, having little interest in this sort of history. They start slumping on your shoulders, chit-chatting to each other, or checking their hair in any reflective surface they can find.

One particularly well-endowed platinum blonde student, whose pouty lips drew the eye with their vivid red lip gloss, starts slumping back in her seat in a wide posture that shows her panties. "Uuuuugh," she mutters loud enough for many around her to hear, "why did people in the past have to have all these stupid wars? Like, wasn't 10 enough?" she says in a bratty tone of voice as if all those past catastrophes were just to inconvenience her. Dramatically lolling her head side to side, she doesn't notice Mrs. Hochmann sneaking up on her.

"YOWCH!" The blonde yelps as the professor lashes out with another wooden ruler, slapping the distracting girl across one of the pale thighs that her miniskirt leaves exposed. "What was that for?" she whines.

The response she gets is another ruler slap, this one right across her bare midriff. "Straighten up and pay attention!" Mrs. Hochmann glares at her class. "Don't you know your families are paying a small fortune in tuition to send you young ladies here? Some of you could stand to learn from a good, attentive student like Narina!"

Although some of the students do straighten up, there is a lot of sighing and eye-rolling involved. You think you could sense a deep frustration in the professor's voice. No wonder... it's clear that many of the students here expect that they can coast through easily, and with the standardized tests being open to corruption, they aren't wrong.

Well, fortunately, you have something to get these girls' attention: "...so even though the level of destruction was immense," you continue, "it also led to unprecedented social progress, such s the first of the so-called 'futanari' being promoted to a command position in a major military. And here is a case study of the conflict it led to."

Many of the students suddenly perk up with interest, eyes fluttering open and backs straightening up. The professor turns to glare at you intently but says nothing.

And here you go. No turning back now. "That brings me back to Major Amelia... a distant relative of mine, as it happens. My great, great, great, great grandmother. 'Mother'... that's an important part. Now, let me show you a mostly forgotten moment in history dramatized like never before. Which shows the aftermath of the Major's finest hour, which became her downfall... and the reason why it's so rare to see a futa as a planetary leader nowadays..."

You press a button on the desk and the large-scale high resolution holo projector in the center of the lecture hall flickers to life. After several minutes of (rather cheap and low-resolution) animation depicting the final operation which put an end to that ancient war and your distant ancestor's place in it, the hologram changes to recorded footage, and a stunningly beautiful woman with vivid red hair, a white uniform jacket, and a matching miniskirt steps into the frame. "At ease, people," she says to a group of low-resolution computer-generated soldiers. "Even after all the senseless aggression and destruction the Kosmos Federation has unleashed on our people, we are still bound to respect the flag of parley. I'll accept their surrender personally."

"Hey!" Ludmilla, the sultry raven-haired girl who objected before, raises her hand. "That's clearly YOU in the hologram! What is this?"

"Historical re-enactment is a hobby of mine." you say with a smirk. "Pay attention, this is very educational..."